I miss being a regular smoker but the cost is simply too high – in dollars and lungs.
I didn’t post yesterday – the first first I’ve missed in a few years.
I had nothing to add to last years first – reference that if you like.
In trying to put together a coherent collection of poems for a possible book I’ve found it harder than anticipated.
In polishing the language of a non-native speaker in book form I’ve found that harder than anticipated as well.
I should be busy but I am not.
Playing trumpet takes little time per day but a lot of energy.
Constant and chronic pain takes the most energy.
as does fighting the mental crash I see coming.
The coffee is cooling too quickly and I find myself refilling more often for heat.
I have flowers dying on the kitchen table – in yellow hues turning brown – in whites turning yellow.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 